Going Home: Bonus Chapters

The Meet

Sitting out on the picnic table, Tasha took a look around. Things had been pretty bleak within the club the last few months, between the war with the Mayans and the death of a few members, and the guys still mourning the loss of JT. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of motorcycles rolling onto the lot. The guys had finally came home from a trip up to Tacoma.

Smiling to herself as she kicked off of the picnic table, she made her way over to the guys. Seeing Jax and Opie, she laughed at the cocky grins on their faces. "Looks like you two earned your top rockers." she said as she got close enough to them.

Opie chuckled and pulled her into a bear hug, lifting her off the ground. "Did you doubt us?"

She snorted as he put her back on her feet. "You want the truth or do you want me to stroke your ego?"

Jax chuckled and shoved her a bit before pulling her towards the clubhouse. "C'mon, you can get me a drink." he said as they walked. "Have some shit to talk to you about."

Tasha rolled her eyes as she followed the guys inside, not feeling the gaze that had landed on her from the other end of the row of bikes.

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Happy sat at the end of the bar watching her. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her since he rolled onto the lot with the others. It had been awhile since a woman could do that for him. Feeling a presence beside him, he turned to see Kozik sitting beside him with a smug grin on his face. "Talk to her, man."

Happy shook his head at the thought. She was SAMCRO royalty. There was no way things would work out the way he'd want them to. "Nah, man. I like the patch on my back."

Kozik clapped him on the back and stood with his beer. "Whatever you say, brother." he chuckled as he walked over towards the pool table where Jax, Opie and Tasha were.

Happy watched as the smile on Tasha's face grew at the sight of his brother. It was obvious that she was familiar with everyone.

Drinking the last of his beer, he pushed away from the bar and headed outside for some air. Maybe that would shake the thought of the youngest Teller from his mind.

-

Rolling her eyes for the third time that day, Tasha scoffed at her mother. "For once, can you not mettle?"

Gemma's eyebrow shot up at her daughter and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm your mother. It's my job." she shot back. "Now, what happened with you and bondie last night?"

Tasha stopped doing her paperwork and sat back in her chair. "Nothing. As much as it kills you, I'm not looking for an old man." she said while fiddling with her pen. "Besides, Kozie isn't my type."

"What is your type?" Jax asked as he walked into the office with his signature smirk.

Tasha threw her pen at him and shot him a glare. "Don't fuel the fire, asshole."

"No, no. Tell me. What is your type?" Gemma asked, a smile spreading across her face.

Tasha took a steadying breath and thought about it. She knew exactly what she wanted. It was the tall tattooed man that pulled into the lot yesterday. He was dark and mysterious, quiet and dangerous. She knew if she said anything her mother would no doubt have a stroke. Maybe she should tell her.... "Nothing that's around here."

Gemma rolled her eyes and placed her glasses back onto her face. "Whatever, baby." she sighed. "One day you'll see that you were meant for this life."

-

Tasha sat out on the picnic table as the party went on inside. She wasn't in the mood to watch the men that helped raise her get drunk and hit on anything with tits. She sat as she watched the flames dance in the barrel in front of her. She was so deep in thought, she didn't hear the heavy door to the clubhouse open. Nor did she feel the presence of a mysterious man sitting on the picnic table beside her.